The Waiting Room

Life is just a waiting room for death.
When it calls you must come.
It doesn’t care if you’re not ready,
It will drag you down if it has to.

But that’s not the worst part,
You have to suffer the wait.
You know what’s coming though you wait.
You don’t want it to happen but then you do!

You’re waiting there in a dull, white room.
The magazines are so old but you’ve read them twice.
Tapping your foot nervously,
You wait for your call.

Then you start to forget things,
And you find you are repeating yourself.
You hear a loud bellow of your name,
Your blood runs cold

You get up and walk
You relive your life and regretting just waiting.
Wishing you has done something besides wait
And then you face your maker and your pitiful live is over

    
By: Crystal Register